Only 21 with his whole life ahead of him,
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Thinking about the friends he had,
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Now that they're six feet under,
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Paying the price for a blunder,
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Can you feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder.
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But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
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The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide,
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Another punk sucker steps into the focus,
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Making him disappear, with a little hocus-pocus.
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Just another punk sucker from the boulevard farm.
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Your mind is blind, and your eyes can't see.
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My silence, bred violence as I sit here on the inside
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Deceived, taking for granted the air that I breathed,
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Names carved deep inside these time scared walls,
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What's up boo?
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Step up; check in, you better start praying, Is it your time to fall?
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Song-X
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| East West |
